The Call

s**t happens

Her fingers pressed each button without having to think of them

So ingrained into her brain, they had become an automatic reaction

The crackle of the line rumbled into her ear drum

Like a child listening to the sound of its rice krispies

A pause peppered the sound as the connection was made

And she wondered if he felt it like she did

Some called it ‘coincidence’ or ‘intuition’

To her though, it was her personal connection

As if their atoms were colliding as thoughts

When in his presence she felt like smoke

Their togetherness made them indivisible

The ring trilled into her chest

As the panic began to rise in her

Its pitch giving a melodic intonation

As if speaking in a robotic voice

She imagined him picking up the receiver

His dulcet tones caressing her ears with his cello ‘hello’

She placed her hand upon her lips

As he answered, her breath faltered

He paused causing her to spurt her words in rapidity

But he didn’t let her finish, his recorded voice detached from her emotional tirade

He asked politely for her to leave a message

In her mind she impolitely refused, placing her finger on the red phone button

And pushing it decisively, muttered ‘Damn you Voice Mail’

Reviews

[Stanley Wilson]

cleverly written work enjoyed it

[Art Sun]

dang...don't you just hate that...nice work PJ, a very creative and realistic view...

[Eloha]

You strike me as someone who would be an exceptional fiction writer. I could somehow feel the character jumping out of the page, but the context has some shimmers of deviance or an "underworld" feel, queer ambience you can create.

[Poetic Justice]

thanks I take that was a compliment as I am half way through my first novel!

[Yellow Butterfly]

You have captured a moment here that I am sure so many can relate to. It takes a lot of courage to make 'The Call' and leaves one feeling vulnerable when it doesn't quite go as planned. The answering machine or voice-mail to the modern day person are intimidating devices. When leaving a message, the process can be a very difficult one.

This was a great write... and so pleased your back and on top form :o)

[Poetic Justice]

thanks sweetie x